broken wing ii Video (MV)

She spent her days picking petals off the newest flowers
Favorite hobby, cause she didn't like the thought of beauty
Favorite smell was that of the rain crashing on the concrete
It brought her back to times when love was worth pursuing
Swear she's

Living life inside a horror movie that she never saw
And on the daily, one she wished to forget
Terrified of past actions
Mortified by the lack of love received by anybody that she contacted
It was all lacking

Time, hugs, talks, peace
And having faith in hearts of people she passed
Had been dealt a deck of cards that Gambit couldn't have thrown at her
A sad stasis she couldn't retract
But still she tried to fit the puzzle pieces

Problematic, addict at its best
Known defeatist, reaper winning
Feeling stable, painted with stable bristles
Cradled inhibitions, got the tables turning
Aimless venting caused a pair of normal activities, to feel paranormal
Never formal in the proximity of her favorite journal

Spilling of feelings is what most of it hides
The other part is trying to figure where most of her died
Still hoped to rely; on the passionate love of younger self
She'd reminisce a bit to become as jubilant as she felt in past
A pseudonym when public person asked
The only thing that was left was a name that she didn't have